Saturday, December 13, 2014

Christmas Spirit

Sometimes it’s hard to be in the Christmas
spirit. I’ve heard it, I’ve read it on Face Book, I’ve felt it myself. The
Christmas spirit—I wonder what that is, exactly…

Angels were singing. Wisemen were gazing at a
star. Mary, like most new mothers, searched the face of a newborn child.

But, for most of the world, this day was like
any other day. Rulers ruled. Workers worked. Priests—well, they did what
priests do. Most people lived totally unaware that this was one of the greatest
days in history.

I suppose it does have to do with awareness.

Maybe the Christmas spirit isn’t the clicking
of glasses, the elation of music and presents. Maybe it isn’t even the smell of
hot chocolate, the cookies, and pie. It isn’t at all what is or what isn’t
under the tree. The handmade ornaments of small hands, the memories, or even
the calm of late night.

Maybe it isn’t even the face of those you love
best, or don’t love at all.

Just maybe the Christmas spirit is pondering
the Light of the World and staring—and accepting—the Christ who touched the
earth with his holy purpose. And because of his purpose, we have purpose—you
and I.

Stare into his face because he’s staring at
you—loving you.

Slip your heart in his and walk with him, trust
in him.

It might be different from how many think of
the Christmas spirit, but you will have it.